Lauren Anne

The worst part is that there is no escape. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. There is no happy ending. There is no way to make the incurable go away.

You were there for me through it all: regrettable hookups, failed relationships, even just the stress of college. And yet you were still there. I was not the angel you thought I was. I didn’t even appreciate that I had you.

Love isn’t about playing games, or waiting for someone to make a move. Love isn’t about getting jealous, overanalyzing the small things, or worrying about winning all the time. Love shouldn’t be about trying to end up being the one who doesn’t get hurt.